#chcrystal

15. Crystal/Gigi R. Meet Cute

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Crystal had been running around her apartment complex for nearly ten minutes now, trying to find her cat. He’d gotten out while she was taking out the garbage and by the time she’d noticed, he wasn’t anywhere to be found on her floor.

Eventually, she made her way down into the laundry room and her eyes widened. There he was, curled up in someone’s laundry basket, presumably full of warm, clean clothes. “There you are!” She darted over. “Jesus, how long have you been here?”

Before she could interrogate her cat further, a girl turned around. “Oh, is this your cat? He jumped into my basket a couple minutes ago. I was just about to check his tags, but he just seemed so comfy,”

“I’m just glad he didn’t get out of the building,” she chuckled, scooping the cat into her arms. “Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

She shrugged. “Yeah, I’ve only been here a few weeks. My name’s Gigi.”

“Crystal, nice to meet you… even under these circumstances.” She hesitated a moment, then added, “you know, he really seems to like you… maybe you could come over and visit sometime. You know, for his sake.”

Gigi perked up and nodded. “Sure, here, lemme take your phone and send myself my address, so you have both.” She figured it’d be easier than making her try to text and hold the cat. She tucked the phone into Crystal’s pants pocket when done. “I’ll see you later,” she winked before grabbing her basket and heading out to the elevator.

alexa play as if we never said goodbye (this is set in that universe and i took some liberties bcs i missed the summer camp au)

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“How do you spell ‘enamored’?” Jackie asked without looking up from her notebook.

Crystal furrowed her brows. “How do you define it?” She tried to lean over to glimpse at what her cabin-mate was writing, but was promptly blocked.

“Nevermind. I don’t want Jan to think I’m showing off anyway… or that I was showing off when she reads this in the future,” she mumbled, scribbling out some lines before ripping out the page and crumpling it up in frustration.

She tilted her head. “If she’s not gonna see this until we open the time capsule, why are you so worried about what it says? We’re gonna be like, basically grown-ups.”

Jackie flopped back on the bed with a dramatic sigh. “You don’t get it, this has to sum up everything I feel while making sense. Don’t you want the last thing you say to Gigi to be meaningful?”

“We already slept in the same bed, we’re basically pre-married.”

“Engaged,” she corrected.

“Engaged in what?”

She laughed, finally taking a moment to calm down. “I just want this to be perfect, I can’t just stuff a bunch of failed love letters into the time capsule. This is supposed to be romantic.”

Crystal furrowed her brows. “What about what happened at the Halloween party?”

Jackie blushed, pulling the hoodie of her sweatshirt over her head. “That’s different. I think.”

35. “I’m just saying we’d make a cute couple.”

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Gigi looked over Crystal’s shoulder, peering close to see what he was looking at. “Are you reading fanfic about us again?”

“What? This one’s good!” Crystal defended with a pout. “I feel like I learn more about myself, like I would be a really cool lesbian.”

“You are a really cool lesbian,” she joked as she sat beside him on the couch. “But I’m starting to think you’re reading these for inspiration. Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she playfully accused, bumping her shoulder against his.

“Do you actually care?” Gigi asked, stilling the movements of her fingers while she waited for an answer.

There was a brief pause of hesitation before Crystal shook her head. “Not really, no.”

She waited until she was certain Crystal was comfortable with continuing before she curled her fingers and thrust them steadily, savoring the whimpers and moans she elicited.

And someone likely could hear them, the music blaring through the bar was stifled in the bathroom, the contrast in sound and lighting creating almost a liminal space, a moment they allowed themselves to be lost in.

The bathroom was empty when they finished, much to their relief, and they rejoined their friends shortly after.

“Heard someone say there was a couple fucking in the bathroom,” Symone remarked. “Y’all wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

i need you to know i immediately forgot every music video to ever exist upon reading this. anyway here’s goodbye earl (so… tw for implied dv and like. actual murder)

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Gigi rushed into Crystal’s hospital room, her heart shattering when she saw the sorry state her best friend was in. “We’re not gonna let him get away with this,” she crouched down beside her and took her hand. “That man won’t see the end of the week.”

And so the plan went into action. Luckily, Crystal had the habit of collecting mismatched plates, so it was easy for her to keep track of which one had the poisoned black eyed peas and set that one in front of her husband. The two girls ate their dinner like any other night, knowing that when he went to sleep, he wouldn’t wake back up.

“Are you worried people are gonna start looking for him and asking questions?” Crystal asked as Gigi drove down to the lake.

“Nah,” she shook her head, “no one’s gonna miss him.” And once they tossed the tarp-wrapped body into the lake, she was certain that would be the end of it.

There was a brief period of investigation, but even on day one, it was clear that nobody was all that concerned with finding him, and a few months out, everyone had all but completely forgotten that man.

“You’re not flying back out to Atlanta? You’re sure?” Crystal asked as they set up their roadside stand.

“It’s okay, I got to sow my oats in the city. Maybe we’ll go back together one day,” she mused as she neatly organized jars of jam. “Being here with you is more important.”

“Geege?”

“Hm?”

Crystal cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I love you, I always have.”

Gigi smiled and kissed her again. “I know. I’d say it’s a shame that he had to die for us to get here, but let’s be real, there’s no real loss. Don’t lose any sleep at night, okay?”

this feels very 2020 crygi fic and i love that for me

Crush - Mandy Moore

You know, I'm the one that you can talk to Sometimes you tell me things that I don't wanna know I just want to hold you You say exactly how you feel about her I wonder, could you ever think of me that way? I got a crush on you I hope you feel the way that I do I get a rush when I'm with you Ooh, I got a crush on you

“See? It wasn’t even that scary, was it?” Crystal grinned, throwing her arm around Gigi’s shoulders as they exited the theater. She had been dying to see the slasher flick that had just come out and was thrilled that her best friend agreed to come along, but when she realized she was trembling, she stopped in her tracks, placing her hands on her shoulders. “I know that wasn’t easy for you and I’m proud of you for sticking it out.”

Gigi immediately relaxed under Crystal’s touch, her heart melting at her words, at the warmth and sincerity that she could see in her eyes. Her heart fluttered in a way she’d hoped would stop by now, but ignoring her feelings grew more and more difficult. The crush she had on Crystal was almost puppy-love in nature. She adored her, wanted to spend all of her time with her, longed to just kiss and hold her in a way that wasn’t their platonic closeness. “Well, you made it easier to handle,” she replied with a reassuring smile before they began their walk back to her house. 

They settled in Gigi’s room as quickly as usual, chatting about school when Crystal asked, “you know Nicky, the new girl? Do you think she likes girls? Or is she just French?” 

Gigi felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She was used to Crystal commenting on which girls she thought were pretty, but it was rare that she expressed interest in someone like that. “Dunno, thought she was flirting with Jan yesterday… but it could just be the French thing.” 

“Jan? Huh, yeah, I could see that happening,” she mused with a shrug, then tilted her head. “Are you okay?”

She blinked rapidly, trying to get her mouth and brain to reconnect. “I-I… um, yeah, totally. Are you hungry? I’m hungry, I could order pizza if you want or something.”

While Crystal wasn’t convinced, especially with how skittish her friend was being, she couldn’t pinpoint why, so she had no choice but to let it go. “Sure, pizza sounds good.”

ok i didn’t know which Era™ bcs there’s like three so i went classique ✨

anyway here’s the origin of Arson. iykyk

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“So,” Gigi prompted once Crystal returned to the cabin, “how much trouble did you get in?”

Crystal pouted as she flopped onto her bed. “Three days no free play. Brooke Lynn said I’m lucky no one got hurt, or I could’ve gotten kicked out. But, like, how was I supposed to know you can’t set cursed toys on fire. They literally taught us how to do it!”

“They taught us how to make a campfire,” Jackie chimed in, sitting up in her bunk, “to make s’mores, not arson.”

The point went right over Crystal’s head as she cheerily exclaimed, “arson! That’s gonna be his name!” She looked up at her and added, “you’re his godmother now.”

“Nuh uh, I am not going to be made into an accomplice,” she shook her head and laid back down, pointedly holding her book up to block her face.

“Did they let you keep it?” Jaida asked.

Crystal nodded as she rifled through her bag. “It’s still my property, possessed or not,” she explained, finally holding up the partially charred furby. “Maybe drowning would work, less dangerous.”

“Crystal, no,” Jackie warned.

“Crystal, yes,” Jaida countered. “Guess Gigi’s the deciding vote.”

“That’s not fair, everyone knows Gigi can’t say ‘no’ to her!”

Gigi threw her arms around Crystal as soon as they were both backstage after the show. “You came back,” she beamed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Crystal smiled and wrapped an arm around her waist. “‘Course I did. What’s the point of moving to LA if I don’t get to perform with you?” he shrugged, then added, “and, y’know, just getting to hang out with you more.”

“We haven’t had a lot of time to, huh?” she mused, frowning. They had both been traveling internationally since Crystal had moved — they were in the same neighborhood, but further apart than ever most of the time.

“Fucking sucks, I know. I mean, I’m glad that we’re employed and getting cool opportunities and everything, but I wish they’d put us on the same tour every now and then,” he murmured, holding her closer. “It’s a lot more fun with my girl.”

Gigi tilted her head curiously. “So, I’m your girl now, huh?”

Crystal blushed, realizing the weight of his words. “I mean, you know, in a way?” he fumbled his words, scrambling to seem coherent.

“I think you ought to ask me properly.”